My Wildest Fantasy.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by gaelikaa. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Rohit and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

My wildest fantasy can be read in the last paragraph of this post.
For ready reference, here it is, but it will he still worth your while to read the old post. “Sandeep plans to settle down close to Crank’s Ridge and has promised me a hut in a corner of his estate where I could quietly meditate on my navel. He promises me that, while all the money that would be collected from devotees visiting me will be kept by him, he will not interfere with the female devotees. What a considerate friend to have!”


I write a post every Saturday listing the things that I was grateful for during the preceding week. In that I write about all the little things that make life worthwhile and enjoyable.

It occurs to me that while these things are certainly important and worthy of attention and gratitude there are some big things in my life which need recognition too. This was forcibly brought to my notice by a good friend who inadvertently insisted that I ensure that there is always someone at home to be of help to me in my present disabled condition. This caution was sounded because my 94 year old father, not very stable on his feet, lives with me and I cannot afford to have him fall and hurt himself, as I am in no condition to go to his help.

That forcibly brought to my attention that I am indeed blessed to have my son living with me who is never too far away physically and always available on the mobile phone. Currently, I have a house guest also staying with us who can be of great help too. I am blessed to have excellent friends for neighbours who are always ready to help and they too are just a phone call away.

While it is true that my current convalescence is frustrating, I am at least rid of the major problem of the loose prostheses which was posing a greater danger for my mobility before surgery. I was also blessed indeed to have been financially in a position to undergo the expenses on the surgery and follow up requirements and as I write this, continue to be so.

During and post surgery I was and am able to draw on the physical and moral support of my family and many friends. Many blog friends have prayed and sent me good wishes which have bolstered my morale. Some have been extraordinarily generous with their humorous mails and phone calls which cheered me up greatly. These too deserve my gratitude.

All in all, I am in a very fortunate situation compared to many others who have to fend for themselves to the best of their individual capacities. To those, I send my sincere gratitude and best wishes and offer of whatever help that I can extend given my limitations of health and location.

Hospital Diversion.

My readers will recall that I underwent surgery to replace a prosthesis in my hip.

The evening before the surgery, I was subject to a pre surgery interview by an intern. To conclude the interview she asked if I had any medical problems not listed by her and I promptly said that it may not be relevant but I suffered from arthritis of the brain. The intense thing took it down and that resulted in the hospital’s physician ringing my surgeon up to ask what the matter was!

My surgeon, incidentally a good friend, assured them that he would take care of my brain and not to worry.

Post surgery, the Physician, now well informed about the cranky old patient and the Intern came for another interview and I told them that the surgeon replaced not only my hip but also my brain. I profusely thanked the Intern for the interview without which I could not have got two replacements for the price of one.

One of my little diversions during the stay at the hospital. Wouldn’t you like to have been that Intern?

We Are No Less.

I often get bulk emails enclosing photographs of sign boards in English that are to say outlandish. These are usually taken by tourists in China, Japan and other non English speaking countries.

India by and large is a non English speaking country but there is a sizable population, primarily urban and semi urban that uses English as the first language and almost every where, one will find sign boards in English apart from the mandatory local language ones.

My friend Anil has just sent me a photograph of a grand sign board that should cheer my blogger friend Big John no end. Big John, this was taken in the Punjab, on the Indian side. You naturally will not find this across the border.